Chapter 14

Logan

Ah, finally, a party. This is going to be the best party that this town has ever, and will ever witness. I'm unleashing my inner Party spirit, along with the years of experience that I've had in planning and attending A-list parties into this - okay, maybe I'm exaggerating a tiny little bit, but can you blame me? A miracle just happened!

And by miracle, I mean Emily agreeing to throw this party with no objections (or hesitation) whatsoever. I don't know if she's high or on some drugs, and frankly, I don't care either. I just need to make sure everything is ready before she changes her mind.

So, I call Melanie who is as stupefied as I was when Em agreed. Mel is in charge of the guest list since I still don't really know anyone here. I hope she invites some hot girls 'cause I seriously need to get laid. Sabine makes the alcohol arrangements. I go to the basement to dig up the DJ set that Mel told me about. As soon as the living room is set, I realize that I still need an adapter.

I try to search for one - and by try to search, I mean I give up after opening the first drawer and not finding it there, so I end up just asking Em.

"Em! Where do you keep your adapters?" I shout from the kitchen. When she doesn't answer after five seconds, I remember that she absolutely hates it when I shout from one room to another and is probably not answering on purpose.

Rolling my eyes, I walk to her room and knock on her door.

"Thank you. How many times should I tell you not to shout-talk to me from one room to another?"

However, I'm way too dumbfounded to actually formulate a response. Fuck. She looks gorgeous. As in, out-of-this-fucking-planet gorgeous. She's wearing tight short jean shorts that show off her long toned legs that are usually hidden by loose office wear or jeans. Her fit tank top hugs her waist perfectly and shows off a bit of cleavage - what a tease.

I gulp when my eyes meet her chocolate brown ones. I notice that she has some make-up one, which highlights the almond shape of her eyes. She looks so fucking beautiful that I'm half-hard. Fuck my life. Also, I need to get laid. Preferably by her.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

My lips part to say something, but then I realize that she absolutely has no idea how freaking gorgeous she is and it makes my stomach clench for some reason. At this moment, I can't help but compare her to Mar, who has always known how beautiful she is. Em, on the other hand, is so clueless about the effect she has on people.

And it makes me angry to even think about it. It makes me so angry that no one told her that she's beautiful. That no one spoiled her. That she doesn't even realize that every pair of eyes turns to look at her whenever she walks into any room.

"Logan! What? Do I have a stain on my shorts or something? Gosh, if this is my biology fucking with me right now, I will-"

"No. No stains. You're fine. I just-" I pause, thinking of what the fuck to say next. I just, what? Feel like screwing your brains out?

She narrows her eyes at me. "What?!" She lets out, obviously frustrated.

Fuck. I might as well just say it. "You look really nice, Em. It caught me off guard."

But of course, instead of taking it as a compliment, like normal people would, she throws a pillow at me.

"Why are you throwing a pillow at me?!"

"Because you're such a freaking asshole!"

"For what?! Telling you that you look beautiful?! Right, what an asshole thing to do!"

"No! Because you look so surprised! As if I usually look like a homeless person or something!"

"Well, compared to how you look now, you definitely usually look like a homeless person."

Another pillow, this time followed by a frustrated groan. "What the fuck do you want? Did you just come here to torture me?"

"Nope, I'm actually here for-" Fuck. Why did I come here again? My mind goes blank as I try to remember. I swear I wanted to ask Em for something.

Her death glare makes it harder to remember what I was actually here for.

"Get the fuck out of my room."

Right. As soon as I walk out, I spot the adapter plug on the wall, "Adapter! I wanted to ask you about where I can find an adapter."

"It's in the first drawer in the living room."

"Nope. I already looked. It's not there."

"You probably didn't search well. Check again, I'm sure it's there."

I let out an exaggerated sigh, knowing fully that I won't find the adapter there because I just looked and it wasn't. I open the drawer and as I begin to shout, "It's not-", I sort of spot it. So, I shut up and take it and picture Em smirking.

-

Fast forward an hour and a half later, the house is already packed and it smells like a mixture of hookah and alcohol. Apparently, hookah is very popular here which is extremely confusing because weed is criminalized - yes, you heard that right.

Thankfully, Mel ends up inviting hot girls and the fact that they're all incredibly turned on by my American passport should make me a bit more excited. But instead, I'm way too busy staring at that guy who has been chatting with Em since he got there.

He's kind of tall, wears glasses, and hasn't left her alone for the past half hour. He makes her laugh about something and a part of me feels very annoyed. Maybe I'm annoyed because she's way out of his league and she deserves someone better - someone who is more... interesting.

Or, I'm annoyed because he won't leave her alone. She doesn't even look like she's enjoying herself. Okay, maybe he made her laugh once or twice, but still. She looks bored.

Or, I'm annoyed at myself for being annoyed at seeing her with someone else. Before I can stop myself, I call Mel. She's standing with a Blondie who checked me out several times.

"Hey, there, Americano. What can I help you with? I have Vodka, Tequila, Beer - Ooh, you need to try Beirut Beer. It's so good!"

Cool, so Mel is half-drunk. I take a sip from the beer and moan. Fuck, this beer tastes fantastic. "This is actually really good."

"I know!!"

"Hey, Mel? Quick question."

"Shoot."

"Who's that guy with Emily?"

She smirks before looking over. "Oh, poor Rob. He's still trying. You have nothing to worry about, he can't compete with you."

I raise my eyebrows. "Who says I'm worried? Or that I'm competing."

"You wouldn't have asked me if you're not."

"I'm just curious! I never thought that this is the type of guys she's into."

She rolls her eyes. "Right. Rest assured, he's not her type. You're safe."

I get an urge to prove her wrong, that I actually don't care and that my attraction for Em is purely physical. Especially that I'm horny as fuck since it's been almost a week and a half without sex. Correction: A week and a half without any type of sexual intercourse, excluding self-gratification, of course.

So, I quickly check out Blondie next to her. Fake lashes, way too much foundation, but her boobs look real so I guess that's a plus. "Want me to show you my motorcycle?" Code for: let's fuck on my motorcycle.

She grins. "I thought you'd never ask."

She grabs my hand and I lead her outside. As soon as we're in the hallway, I press her back against the wall before capturing her bottom lips. Her breath is a mixture of alcohol and hookah, which I'm not particularly a fan of but whatever. I just need to take my mind off her.

My lips move to her jaw, nibbling on the sensitive spot behind her ear. She arches forward, pressing her front against my crotch. Her breathing is faster as I capture her ear lobe between my lips, and I'm usually turned on by the small moans but Logan Junior is not really cooperating.

So I force myself to picture her - with her chocolate brown eyes, long brown hair. With her toned long legs wrapped around my torso, pressing herself against me, gasping for breath in my ear. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, moaning my name. Fuck.

With my eyes closed, I whisper, "Let's get out of here."

I could take her to my room, but I don't really want to and I don't think she cares either. Fucking on the motorcycle it is.

As we walk outside, the cold breeze of air hits my face. I look around for my motorcycle but can't find it. Fuck, where did I park it? It wasn't in the garage earlier.

But then, it all hits me.

Josh and Emily acting really weird, Em agreeing to the party so easily, my motorcycle disappearing: I'm going to kill her.

"Emily freaking Nader!"